Chapter 329: Deal with Alora
Magnus’s hands, trembling with desperation, reached for the dagger embedded in his chest. Each attempt to grasp it only seemed to intensify the searing pain, and sweat poured from his forehead in rivulets, soaking his clothes. His entire body shook because of the intense pain. And he had lost a good amount of blood too.
Damien observed him with a smirk, his gaze unrelenting. "Don’t waste your strength, Magnus. You’re not in any condition to pull that out, and if you die now, what use will Alora be to me?" His voice was cold, yet tinged with a dark satisfaction. He rubbed his temples as if considering the implications of Magnus’s demise.
"You see, I’ve heard quite a bit about your daughter lately. Alora has become quite the talk of the three kingdoms. It’s rather impressive how she forgave you despite your past wrongs," Damien said, shifting his focus to Norman, who was cowering nearby.
Norman’s fear was visible, his eyes darting between Magnus’s agony and Damien’s menacing gaze. The old man’s hands trembled, and he swallowed hard, trying to muster the courage to speak.
Damien’s voice took on a more insidious tone. "Come now, Norman. Speak up. Unlike your son-in-law, I won’t be so harsh with you if you tell me what I want to know. The more you reveal, the better I can ensure your family’s safety."
Rhea stepped forward, her eyes blazing with defiance despite her obvious fear. "There’s nothing to know," she declared, her voice firm but edged with desperation. "Everyone has accepted Alora for who she is. You won’t find anything here that will serve your twisted purposes."
Damien chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on Rhea with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "You’re quite the determined mother, Lady Rhea," he said, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "But you’re not doing much to endear yourself as a daughter-in-law. Fortunately for me, I have more pressing matters at hand."
His eyes then shifted to Magnus, who was writhing in pain, his struggle to remove the dagger evident. "Magnus," Damien said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy, "it seems your clever attempt to send your minion to check on me has only delayed the inevitable. I’ve brought a special guest to add to the festivities."
With a theatrical flourish, Damien signaled to his aide, who left the room to bring Madam Aubrey.